You were Elphaba's friend and you had watched in horror as her world fell apart. The wizard of Oz the man who was the magician king of the world you lived in turned out to be a fraud.

You went with her to meet him in the Emerald city...And there the truth was revealed. He had no real power...He was just a man. A very charming, smart, handsome man...But no wizard god...And he was a liar.

The restrictions on the animals citizens of Oz, the controlling of mass wealth in the emerald city, his own carefully constructed reputation were all fabrications...And your dear friend Elphaba wasn't going to stand for it

She offered you a place at her side. She was going to leave. She was going to expose the wizard's lies...Make Oz better. Start a revolt. But you couldn't do that. You were a popular sweet girl...Used to luxury and the status quo and safety and popularity...How could you give all that up.

You wished her well and let her go...Finally parting ways with your friend.

But now what?

As you sit on the balcony crying, overwhelmed and upset for your friend a steady green gloved elegant hand brushes your shoulder. "Oh honey..." The magicians voice croons low and comforting. "Oh it's okay...You made the right choice. You can't be flying off with some fugitive against Oz...A nice girl like you."

He smiles and offers you his hand to help you up. "For your loyalty might I offer you a position here in the Emerald city with me?" He asks with a charming smile...You can sense a bribe here. Luxury and a pretty position to keep you quiet about his lack of power and your friend's new revolt...But he's too wonderful to resist. "Every magcian needs a pretty assistant after all." He purrs, waiting for you to take his hand.